I try to get lost in the car once again with a bit less success: I am beginning to master the city after all.
Last line dancing class today, at least for a while. Class feels so much like the childhood games we play. The farmer in the dell, musical chairs. Or reality TV. Each week, we have one less participant.
I return home and get all dolled up for an evening out with Vincent, Philippe, and Felicienne. We visit a local cabaret, Bois d’Ebene to hear some great local musicians. One guy seems to be very well known--he is asked to give an impromptu set and obliges. One woman with a huge deep jazzy voice sings Edith Piaf. One woman swings her hips African style. Men and women alike stare, mesmerized. How does she do that?
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